i may be a bird in a cage but at least it's your cage

Oh, dude, this is *fantastic*. I love the feel of the city, of Chicago, because there's just not enough of that in fic (not to mention canon, omg).

Ray watches her go, pushing through the crowd, until all he can see is ugly tourists and a thousand blonde women who aren't Stella, and he turns and puts one beer-sticky hand in Fraser's hair and he kisses him, standing in Grant Park with thousands of people wandering past -- he's got Fraser's tongue in his mouth and the roar of the city in his ears.

there are so many fabulous lines in this story, but this I think is my favorite, but it's just the perfect encapsulation of how Chicago and Ray and everything else intertwine. Just perfect.

(Also, yay, John Hancock building! The only people I know who ever say anything about the Hancock are the locals.*g*)